Friday, July 27, 2007

The Pipes, The Pipes Are Calling

From the "okay, now they're just fucking with me" department: a cute little bookstore/cafe just opened up the street from us, a delightful addition to the neighborhood, I thought. Except that when business is slow - and business seems always to be slow - the guy who runs the joint engages in his true passion: the bagpipes. Yes, I said bagpipes. I had to go through seven spanish dictionaries before I found it (gaitas), which says to me that most Mexicans live their entire life without even saying the word, let alone actually playing the damn things. I can guess with confidence that the number of qualified bagpipe instructors in Mexico is zero; At the very least, our new neighbor has never met one.

(Being from Boston, I have nothing against the pipes per se. Click here for a bagpipe-heavy version of the Boston College fight song, if you like.)

Anyway, while I was writing this our next door neighbor decided to take her enormous parrot, which she keeps in a cage roughly the exact height and width of its body, and give it some fresh air by hanging the cage outside. The poor, insane creature is screeching like Kitty Genovese right now. In Spanish. You can barely hear the bagpipes anymore.

Update: Nazi Shepherd now pushing back against the parrot. Fireworks should start in a couple hours.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like an Angus Podgorny wanna-be.

Anonymous said...

Thats why in Spain, when someone is bugging you, you tell them "no me des gaita".
R

Burro Hall said...

In New York, we say "shut the fuck up."

About 10 years ago, I was waiting for a train in the Times Square subway station, and some asshole was playing the bagpipes. For money! It was the middle of summer, the train was late, and the station was getting uncomfortably crowded. Finally, someone slammed into the piper from behind, knocked him to the ground, and the crowd around them kicked the crap out of both him and his bagpipes.

It was, without question, the greatest thing I ever saw in 16 years there

Anonymous said...

F.
"B.C. Fight Song"
You caved in and used the politically correct: "For here we are one and our hearts are true."
It was and should be:"For here the men are men and their hearts are true."
That was in 65'when there weren't any Stepford wives on campus.
D.
P.S. Josh...Bates "the Garnet Bobcats" !

Richard at Mex Files said...

There were some English in Queretero in the early 19th century, and a passle of Basques, so I s'pose you might find a few pipers.

25 years ago, there was a guy in Indianapolis who played his bagpipes for money also. He made a decent living being paid to play... somewhere else.

Josh - Bates '89 said...

Regarding the "Garnet Bobcats": Yeah, I'm all for a totally random reference to my alma mater's feline yet macho mascot and color, but Huh? Josh

Burro Hall said...

The link to the BC song also includes the Bates song.

Oh, the Bobcat dotes on fighting
And his courage is supreme
And when it comes to smiting
Bears and Mules are all the same


That's quite a menagerie. Who are the Bears and the Mules?

Josh said...

Never heard that song. The Bears must be the Bowdoin Polar Bears, and the Mules would be the Colby (non-racist) White Mules. I'd be surprised if they still had the "White" in there.

Matt said...

Those aren't Scottish highland bagpipes (the kind everyone thinks of when they (for some reason) think of bagpipes). I don't recognize them, but they are not English or Scottish.

Burro Hall said...

If they were homemade, it would certainly explain their uniquely abrasive (even by bagpipe standards) tone. Probably stitched together from some grade-school recorders and an old wool pillowcase.